Chapter 55
An hour later, the neon lights at the entrance of the Western restaurant kept changing their enchanting colors, making the space look bizarre and fantastical.
Shen Haoyu arrived first. He leaned against the doorframe of the Western restaurant, relaxed, with a hint of playful anticipation, as if his prey had been caught in his trap. He had received Li Muxue's call, hearing her alluring voice say, "I've thought it through," and "I'll wait for you." He scoffed at her "naivety" and "weakness." In his eyes, this was her inevitable surrender after being driven to desperation, yet another test of his power and charm. He imagined her crying, pleading, and finally, utterly submitting, his vanity greatly satisfied. He had brought some cash, like he was preparing to tip a beggar, feeling that everything was under his control.
Li Muxue arrived. She was wearing a plain-colored dress, her face was pale, and she was carrying a black plastic bag, the contents of which were unknown.
She looked even thinner than a year ago, as if a gust of wind could blow her over, yet her eyes held an unusual calmness that was unfathomable.
"You're here. How did you suddenly come to your senses?" Shen Haoyu curled the corners of his lips, trying to take control of the opening.
Li Muxue didn't respond, but her gaze drifted behind Shen Haoyu, as if she had seen something. She nodded towards the humid, hot summer evening air.
"Brother Yu. It's been over a year. Did you miss me?" Li Muxue's voice was incredibly soft and seductive. "Come here, can I hug you?"
At this moment, in Shen Haoyu's mind, even the so-called chaste and virtuous women had to bow their proud heads in the face of reality, just like Li Muxue before him. Once as cold as ice, now as hot as fire.
Caught off guard, he opened his arms and embraced the "obedient," "weak," and "protection-needed" Li Muxue. But his embrace lasted only two seconds before being shattered by a sharp pain in his abdomen.
Immediately afterwards, Li Muxue's forearm twitched rapidly five times, leaving five deep cuts...
Then came a series of shrill and mournful laughs, like those of a female ghost.
That's Li Muxue, smiling...
Shen Haoyu lost his balance and collapsed into the neon lights of the Western restaurant. A red, viscous liquid with a nauseating, fishy smell gushed from a gash above his muscular abs. But to Li Muxue, this liquid was sweet nectar. She crouched down and frantically smeared the liquid all over her body and face with her hands until her entire face was red, like Guan Yu in a traditional opera…
She kept asking, "Xu Chen, is my face red enough? If not, I'll put on some more. Anyway, the paint is free. Hahaha, oh right, where's my fruit knife? I need to put it away. I'll peel an apple for you when we get home..."
As she spoke, she pulled something off Shen Haoyu's stomach.
For Shen Haoyu, every second of waiting for death to arrive was excruciating torture. The fear of death far outweighed the pain in his abdomen. He could clearly feel Death sitting beside him, patiently and indifferently waiting. He regretted it, truly regretted it, but it was too late. Like an insect soaked in pesticide, he watched helplessly as destruction descended, powerless to resist.
For Li Muxue, this wasn't murder, it was elimination. It was administering belated justice for Xu Chen, and for the destroyed version of herself. She felt ecstasy, and within her burned volcano, and a single, unwavering belief: to complete it perfectly…
(To be continued)
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